Heaven's Gates Won't Open Up For Me Novels & Stories

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

Golden Fingers were always ready to play dirty, he just needed to wait for the right opportunity. Finding out from Liam about the motorbike's intentional accident got him pissed enough to return their energy. He just needs a good enough excuse to open the Pandora's box. Rissa's eyes flung open and the ceiling amused her. She had dreamt of her first day at a gaming hub, was this a reality? Looking at an open sky scared her; had she slept off by the roadside? On a soft bed at that, “Mum, you are awake, see, isn't it beautiful?”

The blood that they poured like oceans by their savagery? I’d promised that I’d stop running and hiding and holy hell, that would start right now. I backed up a step onto the landing, then wiped my arm across my eyes to still my tears. I took a steadying breath. “Siobhanny, get your spook butt out here,” I hollered at the ceiling. “Who’s stealing the power from Mischief’s Gateways? He’s fading away.” I stumbled back, clutching my hands over my ears, as Justin Timberlake’s “Cry Me a River” burst in mocking R&B from the walls.

The large black iron gates stand tall, the carved crows stand on the pillars on each side of the gates, watching, listening and always on alert even though they are made of solid iron I could swear they move. A shiver runs down my back as our Mama says the spell that opens the gates. The moment our father drives through you can feel the magic latch onto you. Looking to Denu, I watch as she closes her eyes with a smile on her face allowing it to seep in to energise her. Not me it suffocates my light wanting to turn it dark. Denu opens her eyes and smiles at me, goddess she is so beautiful without her normal scowl on her face. I shake my head at her just as Mama turns in her seat to talk to us

Mortis and Emilio exchanged a glance before Mortis answered flatly. “Because the boss said he wanted to be alone with Michael.” The ground dropped out beneath me. Alone, with Michael. My heart hammered in my ears. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. Then louder: “No, no, no—open the gates. Now. Please!” My voice cracked with desperation, the plea ripping out of me like a wound. But the gates remained closed. And the night pressed down heavier than ever.

After congratulating me, he got to the point. His company was failing, and banks would not lend to him. He begged for my help, promising high interest. I knew he could not repay me, but I went anyway just to see how far the mighty had fallen. That afternoon, I arrived at his office with my assistant, bearing company launch gifts for everyone. The staff's eyes lit up as they fondly called me 'Mrs. Davis'. Coco was livid, her face red with rage. Nonetheless, she still managed to force a sweet expression when she approached me. "Mr. Davis is at my place, and you'll have to wait. He was so tired yesterday. I can't blame him, really... It's my fault—"

like I am so highly intoxicated with pain and suffering it's no longer a scary thing. The sun slowly begins to rise. it's rays peer through the open windows and take it. as if on cue I can hear his giggling from the other side of the door. but I don't have the same excitement I have been thinking about all day. I don't feel like I have been saved. I pray to the moon goddess that the door is opened only after I'm dead. when I have left this wretched world. but the door knob is twisted and then they push to open.

"He has me." "Oh yes, the witch," Lyssa purred. "The one who opened the door. Tell me, little witch—do you know what you've done? Really know?" "I opened a gateway to hell," I said. "I know. I'm here to close it." "You can't close it," Lyssa said, and there was genuine amusement in her tone. "Not anymore. The door has been open too long. It's grown roots. Spread. By now, it's not just one door anymore—it's dozens. Hundreds. Little cracks in reality all over this town, all over the world, all letting darkness slip through."

He didn't want to get his hopes up, but maybe this would be the change they were after in all of their existence. As he roamed about, careful to not look into the white and only white sky, he felt the Heaven's ground rumble, as another set of gates appeared from a crack in the ground, the color bronze so shining and smooth, Loss wondered if he could break off a piece of it, and save it for Josie. "The first gates have opened!" the Devil rejoices, and Loss understands. Heaven and Hell aren't so different after all.

The Dome had made that painfully clear. "Tell me," Dimitri said at last, breaking the silence, "that we are not about to walk through a literal gateway to eternal damnation." Isis didn't look away from the door. "I can't," she said quietly. "Because that's exactly what it is." James exhaled slowly, grounding himself the way he always did before a fight. "Does it open on its own, or do we do something incredibly stupid to trigger it?" Before Isis could answer, the symbols on the door flared red, and the ground beneath our feet vibrated.